love to me is like sand
i hold it in my hands
and the wind blows it away
before i find any words to say
no matter how well i build it up
it always falls back down
no matter what shape i make
it alway's turns into a mistake
so even if i hold on to the sands
i know it will eventurally slip through my hands
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December 2nd, 2010 13:15
- Comment from author about the poem: Love is difficult and fragile but try to hold on as best you can
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Wow. You described a type of love well! We can give it freely, but oh I hope you're wrong that we cannot ever retain it....perhaps the trying kills it? I loved your use of end-rhyming.
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